Yuyan's eyes went wide with shock and fear. Six months? She'd been unconscious for half a year? The last thing she remembered was sitting at the piano, playing Chopin, feeling suddenly cold, so impossibly cold, and then nothing.
"Six months?" she breathed, her voice rising with panic. "But that's... Father, I don't remember anything. I just remember being so cold, and then..." She clutched at him desperately, her own tears beginning to fall. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to...."
"Shh, it's not your fault," Lu Yuze murmured, stroking her hair with shaking hands and tenderness. "None of this is your fault. You're awake now. That's all that matters. You're back."
They held each other, father and daughter reunited after months of helpless waiting and desperate prayers. Lu Yuze made no effort to hide his tears, and Yuyan cried into his shoulder, overwhelmed by the time she'd lost and the raw emotion radiating from her normally stoic father.
